Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.